When Blaine stepped closer, still not saying a word, Kurt began to feel nervous despite the faux bravado brought on by the alcohol that was making its presence known. He felt dizzy with not only the drink rushing through his body but also Blaine's closeness.

"It's…" Blaine whispered right into Kurt's ear, their bodies now flush against each other, "fuck, you're hot."

Kurt blushed, the remainder of nerves slowly washing away but not quite fast enough.

"You're not too bad either, Mr. Anderson," he grinned and dropped his head to Blaine's shoulder, "In fact, you're looking rather delicious.

He pulled away from Blaine to look over the outfit on his boyfriend, but found it hard to focus on any details beyond the blood red color of the shirt and the way Blaine's jeans fit snugly around his waist.

"Dance with me," Blaine offered his hand and it only took a few seconds for Kurt to accept.

They headed straight for the middle of the dance floor, finding a spot right in the middle of the dancing crowd that gave them an illusion of privacy because no one seemed to be paying attention to them. Kurt hesitated for a while, but soon Blaine's hands were guiding his hips in a movement that made them almost grind into each other and soon enough Kurt let his own hands wander over the fabric of Blaine's shirt. As the music continued and they melted into the rhythm of the bass line, Kurt became braver with not only his movements but also his hands.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Hummel," Blaine muttered when he leaned closer, trapping Kurt's hands between them as they were tracing the outline of the shirt buttons.

"Maybe," Kurt grinned mischievously, "Do I stand a chance?"

"I was yours for a long time before you started trying," Blaine said just loud enough to be heard over the music, "long before either of us knew."

Kurt felt his heart flutter at the admission and reached up to cup Blaine's cheek before he brought their mouths together in a heated kiss. They barely noticed that they stopped dancing, lost in the heat of the moment and kissing in the middle of the dance floor like they couldn't breathe away from each other.

"Let's get out of here," Kurt finally pulled away, "I don't care that it's early, or that we barely just got here, I just…"

"Yeah," Blaine replied breathlessly, pulling Kurt towards the table they had reserved and where the rest of their group was sitting and watching them with amusement.

It only took minutes to make sure that the table was covered for the night and that they could leave, Blaine making sure the tab would be signed over to him and Kurt quietly pleading with everyone to not take advantage. Once they were both happy with the arrangement, they got basically pushed out of the door by everyone else with comments varying from 'Go get some, boys' to 'Sure, just leave us here alone' all of which caused them to giggle as they grabbed a cab and headed for Kurt's house.